When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something
obstructed his further progress. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at
Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. "
"What is it?"
"That you give 'em to me. ”
“Has my sister been unkind to you?”
“The family,” he declared, “has not treated me with consideration. ”
“That is quite untrue,” she declared cheerfully. A bobbing lantern,
crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. ‘In that case, he is probably already
dead, and you have nothing to worry about. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took
up a glass. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. As he lay
on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform.
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